On the Viewless Wings of Poesy - Wilfried Dickhoff
On the Viewless Wings of Poesy - Wilfried Dickhoff
On the Viewless Wings of Poesy - Wilfried Dickhoff
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<strong>Wilfried</strong> Dickh<strong>of</strong>f<br />
<strong>On</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Viewless</strong> <strong>Wings</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Poesy</strong><br />
Christopher Le Brun's new watercolours are a beautiful surprise. Simple,<br />
complicated landscapes with unfashionable painterly quality. Far removed from<br />
spontaneity tinged with expression and post-conceptual self-censorship, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
give to sight a logic <strong>of</strong> sensation drawing <strong>the</strong> gaze into a poetic space.<br />
Le Brun's interest is in <strong>the</strong> accumulation <strong>of</strong> ideas in watercolour painting,<br />
compositions <strong>of</strong> perception and sensation which stand for <strong>the</strong>mselves. Not for<br />
him, those clichés <strong>of</strong> simplicity, fragmentation and collages. Instead, he strives<br />
to create an image differentiated in itself, not illustrating an idea but <strong>of</strong>fering a<br />
"radiant node or cluster“ (Ezra Pound) evoking associations, memories,<br />
narratives and possible meanings. Here, <strong>the</strong> beholder is nei<strong>the</strong>r confronted with<br />
stereotypes <strong>of</strong> disillusionment, nor with conventions <strong>of</strong> destruction. Ra<strong>the</strong>r than<br />
disappointing expectations, <strong>the</strong>se watercolours invite <strong>the</strong> viewer to take a<br />
journey <strong>of</strong> sensation. Everything is open and welcoming, everything encourages<br />
<strong>the</strong> beholder to approach. Every nuance harbours references and allusions to<br />
tales and emotions, partially familiar, partly unfamiliar. Le Brun is interested in<br />
representation in <strong>the</strong> specific sense he terms "<strong>the</strong> associative re-presentation <strong>of</strong><br />
“reality”“ (CLB). But <strong>the</strong> evocative texture <strong>of</strong> this re-presentation, both materially<br />
and iconographically multi-layered, is founded in Le Brun's painterly model – <strong>the</strong><br />
constellation <strong>of</strong> drawing (will) and colour (magic), <strong>the</strong> ensemble <strong>of</strong> lines and<br />
zones, <strong>the</strong> image's a-significant and non-representative outlines and surfaces,<br />
which Gilles Deleuze calls diagram. The diagram is <strong>the</strong> constitutive break with<br />
every kind <strong>of</strong> figuration, and a catastrophe for every representation. However, it<br />
can self-generate figures and figuration that realizes re-presentation. It can also<br />
refrain from doing so, remaining self-referential. It may also reveal innumerable<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r vectors capable <strong>of</strong> indicating an endowment <strong>of</strong> meaning (Sinn) even in <strong>the</strong><br />
meaningless. But nothing works in painting without a self-willed syntax, <strong>the</strong><br />
image's a-significant body. In his watercolours, Le Brun's distinct syntax<br />
encompasses contradictory forms. He varies figuration and non-figuration, from<br />
<strong>the</strong> non-representational object to a figure just visible in <strong>the</strong> diagram as such to
an illustrative figuration, and he does this both in harsh contrasts and subtle<br />
nuances. In this way, abstract barricades obscure an illusion <strong>of</strong> nature or<br />
abstract towers plead for an art insisting on autonomy, or impossible<br />
architectures appear interwoven with illusions <strong>of</strong> trees. In <strong>the</strong>se virtuoso<br />
formations, <strong>the</strong> diagram shines so brilliantly in <strong>the</strong> depiction that it appears to<br />
reflect itself. Here, <strong>the</strong>re are traits <strong>of</strong> a meta-representation that, as in Poussin,<br />
presents itself. Le Brun is interested in symbols and, for this reason, he re-reads<br />
<strong>the</strong> traditions <strong>of</strong> Poussin, Lorrain, Böcklin, Von Marees, Watts, Turner, Guston or<br />
De Chirico. But he is not concerned with restoring illustrative inscriptions <strong>of</strong><br />
meaning and substantively ordering pictorial space, but with <strong>the</strong> paradoxical<br />
presumption <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> "potential innocence <strong>of</strong> complicated layered composition“<br />
(CLB) – in <strong>the</strong> full awareness <strong>of</strong> deconstruction's achievement. Le Brun's<br />
watercolours are abstract re-presentations whose virtuoso nuanced form sounds<br />
correspondences <strong>of</strong> a muta poesis, a mute poesy: "Who heareth, seeth not form,<br />
but is led by its emanation“ (Ezra Pound).<br />
Le Brun's watercolours are figurative formulations <strong>of</strong> an affective intellectual<br />
landscape, lyrical images <strong>of</strong> an impossible vista whose possibilities he heard in<br />
Claude Debussy's "Pelleas and Melisande“ and Arnold Schönberg's "Gurre-<br />
Lieder“. It is home to a palace <strong>of</strong> art, described by Alfred Lord Tennyson in his<br />
eponymous poem as <strong>the</strong> architecture <strong>of</strong> a self-equilibrium precariously misplaced<br />
between art and society. And this is itself not dissimilar to <strong>the</strong> enchanted castle<br />
where Cupid's love drives him to hold prisoner <strong>the</strong> unbearably beautiful Psyche.<br />
Claude Lorrain's "Landscape with Psyche outside <strong>the</strong> Palace <strong>of</strong> Cupid (The<br />
Enchanted Castle)“ is a work recounting <strong>the</strong> tragedy <strong>of</strong> every encounter between<br />
love and beauty. Here, <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> poetic reference may echo most<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>oundly in John Keats’ "Ode to a Nightingale“ (1819), an evocation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
paradoxical nature <strong>of</strong> all emotions – "on <strong>the</strong> viewless wings <strong>of</strong> poesy“ (JK); this<br />
phrase, in turn, is probably drawn from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's 1818 lecture<br />
"<strong>On</strong> <strong>Poesy</strong> or Art“ where he argues for <strong>the</strong> freedom <strong>of</strong> art in repressive times.<br />
All <strong>of</strong> that is involved here and much more besides. In <strong>the</strong> masterly<br />
watercoloured guise <strong>of</strong> abstract symbolism, Le Brun's watercolours evoke<br />
thoughts and feelings that somehow affect all <strong>of</strong> us at some time. Le Brun<br />
pursues a dangerous thinking in sensations, following a course where false<br />
feelings, kitsch and sentimentality also beckon. He accepts that challenge, takes
it on and parries it by giving to sight, in lived experience and with its<br />
ambivalence critically dissected, <strong>the</strong> inexplicable art <strong>of</strong> (ir-)real presences. These<br />
works reveal something still unredeemed, a primeval longing, "something that<br />
shines in everyone's childhood but a place no one has yet been: Heimat“ (Ernst<br />
Bloch).<br />
"The purpose <strong>of</strong> art is undefined“, Paul Valéry said. If it were defined, <strong>the</strong>re<br />
would certainly be many beautiful works <strong>of</strong> art in <strong>the</strong> world fulfilling that<br />
purpose, "… but none that were inexplicably beautiful, and <strong>the</strong>re would be none<br />
<strong>of</strong> those images one can never explain." But <strong>the</strong>y are precisely <strong>the</strong> interesting<br />
ones. And isn't this quality <strong>of</strong> non-identity essentially <strong>the</strong> interesting aspect <strong>of</strong><br />
art? Interesting art is an immanent difference whose flesh is its spirit. Ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
than expressing a certain something, it is <strong>the</strong> pressure <strong>of</strong> thought itself, physical<br />
movement <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> body as conceptual sensation. It is an “intimate impression”<br />
(Jean-Luc Nancy), an animated embossing <strong>of</strong> a surface that ends with an image<br />
as fascination. But, as Maurice Blanchot says, isn't fascination, <strong>the</strong> attraction <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> image as passion and suffering, this moment in which what one sees seizes<br />
<strong>the</strong> gaze and <strong>the</strong> gaze becomes light, <strong>the</strong> gaze <strong>of</strong> solitude? Fascination as <strong>the</strong><br />
gaze <strong>of</strong> solitude is <strong>the</strong> interesting core looking out at us from Christopher Le<br />
Brun's watercolours.